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瀑 布
那女人,帶著森林 的氣息,與及 一種原始的執著 永遠做著同樣的工作 想將白天和黑夜 推開
她的體溫,比大理石 還沁涼,站在 高高的巉岩上 她拿起一把梳子 把髮梳成了瀑布 |
CASCADE
A woman brings with herself The breath of life of the forest And the primeval obstinacy She ever does the same work And wishes to pull Day and night away
The temperature of her body Rather cooler than marble She stands on a high cliff Takes a comb to comb her hair Which transforms into cascade |
寫于1996/3/28 March 28,1996